| We rep a new style, I’m higher then whatever in the two thousand
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| I’m like Isaac in his teenage days, Gettin thousands yep
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| Flip em in the M, Suede tims on, Blue housin up
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| They know my niggas is proud kins, We vanish
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| Sippin Kahluas, We on the block frozen
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| Whatever, Niggas wanna do us then do us
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| We like Roberta Flack in the gap band
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| And curtis who urges to stack grands
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| Scareface flicks, We eat are grits wit eggs in em
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| None of the roach legs in em
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| Watchin Soul Train, Everybody dipped in denim
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| With beads on they neck and they braids, Just like Stevie cover
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| You gotta see me brother brushin my waves
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| And now a few march, A few good men, They carry cartridges
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| A smoke ???, Now we all gettin trimed
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| They play the deuce loose, Ol' gold juice
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| BVDs on, Adidas no laces, Drankin pineapple fruits
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| But uh…
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| When people get shot down for not mindin theirs
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| So many young adolescence with no careers
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| You got ten-eleven year olds drinkin beers
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| So when you go home nigga hit up the fridge and then what |